If it’s true that Brahman is more real than things we experience, writings about the world, God, and our apparent selves cannot be as profound as writings about Self-realization.<\/p>\n
It often seems that way to me.<\/p>\n
But nonetheless, some writings about those topics are more profound than others, and it’s good to read and think about the most profound ones. Here, I think, is an example.<\/p>\n
This paragraph is difficult to read because the language is extremely compressed — it contains at least four important ideas, each of which could fill a book — and therefore it deserves to be read slowly:<\/p>\n
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It was granted me to carry away from my prison years on my bent back, which nearly broke beneath its load, this essential experience: how a human being becomes evil and how good. In the intoxication of youthful successes I had felt myself to be infallible, and I was therefore cruel. In the surfeit of power I was a murderer, and an oppressor. In my most evil moments I was convinced that I was doing good, and I was well supplied with systematic arguments. And it was only when I lay there on rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either \u2014 but right through every human heart \u2014 and through all human hearts. This line shifts. Inside us, it oscillates with the years. And even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained. And even in the best of all hearts, there remains \u2026 an unuprooted small corner of evil.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n